Buddy Brown - The Judge lyrics

Well I was siphoning gas from a police car Last Friday night real late When ole boy came back, pulled his handcuffs out And I said, “Officer, wait!” Your squad car say, “To protect and serve” And looky here I’m low on gas I got a real hot date sittinh up in my truck Can you let this one pa**? He couldn’t believe I had the audacity Looked up at her and then back at me And I knew I was pushing my limit ‘Bout as far as it could go But it was small town Mississippi And ain’t no way he was taking me down So he came up with a suggestion That might keep me safe for now He said get your hillbilly a** out of town Next time I’m locking you up With a taillight out and a pushed in bumper I know I can find your truck Anybody else would be in my jailhouse Locked up under my gun But what can I do, you’d better thank God That your granddad’s the judge We were racing down old 61 The roads were nice and straight And I figure nobody’d be patrolling Way out here so late When blue lights came from a soy bean field That he was tucked back in He pulled me over, walked up to my truck And I gave him a big ole grin He said get your hillbilly a** out of town Next time I’m locking you up With a taillight out and a pushed in bumper I know I can find your truck Anybody else would be in my jailhouse Locked up under my gun But what can I do, you’d better thank God That your granddad’s the judge Your granddad’s the judge They’ve come close a couple of time But they ain’t nailed me yet I try to be good but when I’m out of line Those boys don’t let me forget They say get your hillbilly a** out of town Next time I’m locking you up With a taillight out and a pushed in bumper I know I can find your truck Yeah, anybody else would be in my jailhouse Locked up under my gun But what can I do, you’d better thank God That your granddad’s the judge Yes he is, hah My granddad’s he judge